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 Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 10:13 am
"Usually people who have magical artifacts are those who are most aware of their power and wanted to have the effects. I mean, it's kind of hard to carry around a magical artifact by accident."
Graeme sucked in his breath and drew it out in a sigh that felt so exasperated that his brain well near oozed out his brain: to him, Rainbow's spiel (speech?) was something of a reiteration of everything that could go damnably wrong about him. He opened and closed his mouth a few times and deemed it safer to not mention the opinion that it'd be damnably easier to be a villain than a hero,
"...There are damnably good aftereffects of being a villain, Jack. I mean, think of it: you don't even need a license to be one, in some places. Don't you remember-- mmphdis ish tildith."
Jack casually covered his both with his hand and leaned against the support of the table, trying to less a dimwit and more an eager art class student listening contemplatively to everything Rainbow was saying. He only (very meticulously) started to weasel his hand away from his mouth when he felt confident enough that Diamonds wouldn't interrupt, and he threw his two cents in then and there, though the only tidbit he'd really absorbed was something about him saying "comely madame" and something else about "great friend."
"Don't hold the "comely madamewhatsit" against me, okay? Doesn't mean I'd be a bad friend or nothing, if that's what you're implying, but yes, that sounds like a great idea." Jack surpressed the urge to ask what she'd just said that he'd just assumed was a great idea, out of courtesy, though whatever smidgen of politeness he had was quickly overrun by the gradual sneer attached to his face.
"Spend it more wisely! How do you say we go about that when we worry about the day of exiting this hellish place. I mean, there's no way you could have gotten those moving statues."
There were, of course, no moving statues anywhere near the course of Sidekick Academy, but Graeme couldn't quite place his tongue on the actual term. Something about "boots" came to mind, and he added, "I forgot what they're called. Row-boots or sommat?
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 2:38 pm
Rainbow paused for a moment in her lecture and furrowed her brow. "Did you say something?" she asked, but by then Jack's hand was already over his mouth. She gave him some moments to answer, and when it was clear he wasn't going to, she returned to her speech, a tad disgruntled. Whatever he had said had sounded a little bit swear-y.
When he finally uncovered his mouth, what he had to say enthused her sufficiently to forgive him for possible vulgarities and her face lit up at once. "Oh, no, I won't hold it against you, that's swell! You won't regret it, I mean, I've been making all sorts of plans for when this happened, of course, in most of those plans I was imagining that you'd be a girl, well not YOU specifically, but you know what I mean, so obviously we can't do a sleepover or anything, and I don't really think you have enough hair to style, but we could still study together and bake cookies and chitchat and practice armed combat, because you know, I really don't know enough in that area, especially in regards to close-range weaponry." Having been a hero-in-training her whole life, she failed to find anything unusual about this Best Friend Activity Schedule, and she stopped to beam at Jack ebulliently. She had a best friend now! Things were going so well in art class today!
Her hundred watt smile dimmed slightly when her new best friend began to ramble about crazy moving statues, but even this was explicable in the name of Best Friendship, and she made her best effort to interpret it. "Row-boots? Rowboats...?" Having been brought up as a pink loving, unicorn hugging, dress-fancying daddy's girl, robots were not usually at the top of Rainbow's mind, but she had also been brought up to be a trained superhero by a determined Grandpa, so she got there eventually. It wasn't too hard to recall them in her own "entrance exam" anyway. "Oh, robots?!" she exclaimed. "Those were pretty easy for me. I just used my powers to change the colours of the heat readings on their sensors. They ended up shooting each other. How did you get past them, Jack?" she asked brightly.
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Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2013 10:31 pm
Jack remained somewhat a loss when Rainbow responded in turn, though he was immediately relieved that Rainbow thought nothing of Hearts' lewd commentary-- if anything, he realized that Crantellian women had a mind of their own on such matters. As she continued to speak, though, Jack's expression went from wide-eyed and candid to vaguely confused to completely at-a-loss, his only moment of clarity being when Rainbow mentioned something about him being a girl. His brows upturned at that, and he stammered a vowel in there to retaliate, but nothing came of it.
"Robots, yeah, of course," Jack nodded, pretending he knew what he was talking about. He tried to feign his expertise even moreso when Rainbow explained her roundabout on those platinum nightmares, but he was honestly impressed, which showed in the way his gaze was locked squarely onto the girl as she was speaking, while his pencil was roaming onto the surface of the table. He laughed sheepishly when Rainbow addressed him, though, and tried to focus back onto his art project. He panicked quietly when he realized he'd ruined it already with the haphazard colored lines streaming to the side, but took an eraser to it anyways.
"That's awfully impressive of you, uh, Rainbow," Jack realized the colored lines weren't going anywhere, so he dropped the eraser and flipped the paper over, "I, um," he placed a hand on his chin, "Well, it was simple. I just had to smash 'em in with my morning star and make off for the next safest place, right?"
In reality, this resulted in several dislocated limbs and a few days' delay in attendance, and severe trauma, but they were minor details. The horror was written on Jack's face, though, as he stared at his blank paper, though he shrugged off the thought and stared plaintively at Cammy. He smiled gingerly back, his grin as well-lit as a soda advertisement.
"I was, uh, just jokin' about it being hellish, of course, 'cause I heard some people had trouble with it." He was lying.
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 7:12 pm
"It may seem kind to underplay your achievements to make others feel more comfortable, Jack, but I think it only encourages the idea that success is too difficult to bother with." Rainbow said primly. "Don't feel bad about discussing your success! We need to act as academic role models to inspire our peers. If we don't, who else will?"
Her eyes grew wide. "A morningstar? I can't wait to train with you, I've never had a chance to spar with an expert in Sewitian weaponry! You must be a lot stronger than you look to have been able to decommission those robots with one." She looked somewhat wistful and admitted, "My powers are definitely more supportive, so I've never really got to have fun in a melee... Are you okay? Your face looks a little pained."
She looked around for the cause, and her eyes alighted on his paper. "Oh, ugh. Mine isn't any better. So much for leading our peers!"
The art teacher was addressing the class again, and it sounded like the lesson was about to wrap up. Rainbow winced. "At least this class went more quickly than they usually do! I really need to practice." She flashed her bright Crantellian smile at Jack again as she packed up her supplies, sticking out her hand.
"See you around, partner?"
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